Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 326 Bitter Smile

Chapter 326: Chapter 326 Bitter Smile

"Precisely timed! Let this lord use what he calls the most intimidating weapon in the world, aside from nuclear weapons, to prove his true strength as a youth."

Whoosh!

Soon enough, the Lawn Mower reached within three kilometers of Yang Tian’s sea area.

Yang stood his ground, advancing against the current.

The order from the island came instantly, and a fighter jet, like a swallow leaving its nest, took off from the deck of the 00 carrier and flew towards Yang Tian.

"There you are?"

Watching this scene, all the reporters peering through binoculars gasped for air.

Because they all knew that the real battle was only now beginning.

At the same time, the commander of the Lawn Mower, Nakagawa Dacheng, naturally realized the same.

But Nakagawa Dacheng wasn’t particularly worried. After all, he thought, Yang Tian had only managed to shoot down five fighter jets on the island. Now, there were sixty fighter jets in total, both stronger in combat power and faster than they had been during the East Crossing war!

"Against our numbers, the enemy will be reduced to ashes. Destroy him!" Gugu Dacheng said coldly.

In the sky, looking at the dense swarm of fighter jets resembling bees, Yang’s lips curled into a sneer.

"Fighter jets again? Nothing new?"

Yang Tian shook his head, as if disappointed, then his expression grew increasingly grave. He said, "In that case, let’s start by cutting you down first!"

Swish!

With that, Yang Tian moved his hand slightly. The Demon Saber, glowing intensely beneath his feet, floated gently in front of him.

Yang Tianze formed a hand seal and slowly closed his eyes.

"What does he plan to do?"

One of the warriors, seeing the pilot, looked at Yang Tian with suspicion.

Even before the incident, they had labeled the man before them as Yang Tian, the one who had caused the last great disturbance during the East Crossing by taking down five fighter jets consecutively.

But as Nakagawa Dacheng said, today there were ten times as many fighter jets as before, and with the logistical support from the 00 carrier and its advanced equipment, their offensive was not only powerful, but they were well-supplied as well.

Faced with these jets, Yang Tian had actually closed his eyes. Was he surrendering to death?

"Let it go! Don’t bother with him! All units listen to my command—form a V-formation and attack!"

Under the command of the fighter jet commander, the sixty jets swiftly scattered, soaring through the skies in perfectly synchronized arcs. Then, all pilots pressed their attack buttons simultaneously. Armor-piercing missiles loaded onto the wings of the jets tore through the air, bombarding towards Yang Tian.

Not only that, but preparations for a second wave of attacks were already underway.

Every pilot’s breathing became involuntarily heavier; whether from excitement or fear, it was unclear!

But in their hearts, every pilot echoed the same thought: As long as Yang doesn’t move, as long as he takes the brunt of the sixty fighter jets’ barrage, he’s bound to meet his death.

This was how they would fight for the honor of the East, avenging the shame inflicted on the island.

They aspired to become heroes of Japan, revered by thousands.

But Yang Tian, as they had predicted, made no move. He even sat cross-legged in the void.

"Is he... giving up?"

Far away, a reporter frowned in confusion at the sight.

Only Jenny, with a fanatic gleam in her eyes, shouted, "Impossible! Lord Jesus, he’s about to counterattack!"

Counterattack?

How could he counterattack?

How could a Chinese man, even one of monstrous caliber, compare to a god?

They had never heard of a god with black hair and dark eyes.

At this moment, no one argued with Jenny. Instead, they continued to gaze out over the sea.

They waited to see whether, as Jenny claimed, Yang Tian would retaliate—or whether he would remain powerless against such a vast army of fighter jets.

Of course, in their eyes, the latter possibility seemed far more likely.

At this critical juncture, as everyone assumed that Yang Tian was helpless and Japan appeared to be on the brink of victory, Yang Tian suddenly moved!

When the missiles were only half a kilometer away from Yang Tian, he finally opened his eyes. His dark eyes sparkled, flames of magical energy flickering within them, igniting the very air around him.

Yang Tian’s overwhelming divinity spread swiftly, encompassing all sixty fighter jets and their missiles launched from the Lawn Mower fleet.

"Demon Saber, arise!"

Yang Tian’s voice echoed coldly. In an instant, the Demon Saber, which had been hovering like a predator in wait, became a streak of black, slicing through the air, yet froze momentarily in perfect stillness.

Yang Tian, observing this, formed a sword-seal with his index and middle fingers, pointing directly at the incoming armor-piercing missiles. He roared, "Cut!"

Clang!

The Demon Saber trembled fiercely for a moment before transforming into a black Sword Light. Then, at speed hundreds of times faster than the missiles, it soared forward and cleaved.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

In an instant.

When the black blade collided with the barrage of missiles, an explosive spectacle illuminated the battlefield between the fighter jet fleet and Yang Tian, stunning everyone present.

Particularly the pilots familiar with Yang Tian’s capabilities, whose faces went deathly pale.

Though they didn’t understand what the black blade Yang Tian unleashed was, it was clear that Yang Tian’s attack had outpaced and overpowered the missiles launched by their jets!

"Keep attacking! The second wave starts immediately! Don’t let that thing come near us!"

The fighter jet commander roared almost hysterically.

But before the other pilots could react, they suddenly noticed Yang Tian’s fingers shift slightly, redirecting the black Sword Light. The blade unexpectedly changed trajectories, aiming directly at the seven or eight jets closest to Yang Tian.

Swish!

It was like a breeze passing, yet it cut through like a storm.

In the blink of an eye, the black blade pierced through seven or eight fighter jets, which froze mid-air as if paralyzed in time.

Then, abruptly, the jets were severed down the middle with perfect precision, falling into the ocean below like fiery meteors, as if they were nothing more than fruit split cleanly by a knife.

"D-did they go down?"

Everyone stared in stunned silence.

After all, seeing advanced fighter jets fall so easily to just one man’s power—something previously confined to data—was an incomprehensible shock!

More troublingly, this time Yang Tian was far stronger than the information suggested.

Last time, he took down five!

This time, with one swing of his blade, he cut down seven or eight.

BOOM!

Watching the seven severed jets crash into the sea, every Japanese pilot froze in awe and terror.

For a moment, they forgot how to attack. In mid-air, they scattered like birds who’d lost their way, aimlessly circling.

Even Nakagawa Dacheng, the commander stationed aboard the 00 carrier in the rear lines, wore a stricken expression. Gazing at the blazing wreckage in the skies, his heart bled!

Those were the island’s newest F35 Lightning II fighter jets.

Each F35 Lightning II cost nearly a billion U.S. dollars to manufacture, not to mention the additional enormous costs associated with their operation, meaning that Japan had invested over $1.5 billion into these jets.

Now, with seven of them down in one strike, Yang Tian alone had inflicted losses exceeding $1 billion on Japan!

This was U.S. dollars—not cheap yen.

More crucially, though Nakagawa Dacheng didn’t know what the black blade Yang Tian wielded was, the results spoke volumes—Yang Tian had grown even stronger!

He’s grown stronger again?